Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.